Photo torn to pieces
Picture frame is broken
I hope this book is closed now
But it is still open
One last chapter left now
Is it never-ending?
Truth comes late at nightime
When the liar is sleeping
But when I'm awake I still deny
That what I believe in is just a lie
Just a lie
Truth comes late at nightime
When the liar is sleeping
Daytime is illusion
In his dreams he's weeping
I've got this book in my hands
Fingers can't turn pages
Cowardice, the base of
Our liar's fortress
Picture frame is broken
I hope this book is closed now
But it is still open
One last chapter left now
Is it never-ending?
Truth comes late at nightime
When the liar is sleeping
But when I'm awake I still deny
That what I believe in is just a lie
Just a lie
Truth comes late at nightime
When the liar is sleeping
Daytime is illusion
In his dreams he's weeping
I've got this book in my hands
Fingers can't turn pages
Cowardice, the base of
Our liar's fortress